| They’re swarming, they’re swarming like Valkyries on Valhalla.
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| They’re swarming, they’re swarming as your body lays there complete!
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| Oh we are!
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| The truest of the vile.
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| The sleeping swarm buried in the past.
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| Sex is fucking us.
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| And old resolve is buried in the past.
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| When all we know will carry love alone.
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| And old resolve is buried in the past.
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| When all we know will carry love alone be it beautiful or false.
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| Cut it out, cut it out.
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| Creating fictitious fantasies deemed as the right of passage by our father
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| figures who bought too highly into reflections of the young adult.
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| We’ll figure it out, we’ll figure it out, we’ll stay together, we’ll stay
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| together.
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| We’ll work it out, we’ll work it out, we’ll sleep together, we’ll sleep
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| together.
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| And you think I’ll never change?
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| Even though I sleep alone?
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| While your getting leveled on your back with the self serving touch of man.
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| We’ll figure it out, we’ll figure it out, we’ll stay together, we’ll stay
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| together.
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| We’ll work it out, we’ll work it out, we’ll stay together, we’ll stay together.
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| And we’re dead from the midnight success.
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| And we’re dead from the bleakest carnal sin.
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| So turn the light out on the nightstand to make loveless men believe!
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| That vacant bodies through the next door will not hear the 'friction hips'!
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| You found the right man on the wrong bed, paralyzed by who was last!
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| Well here he is and full of confidence because I know I broke your heart!
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| Yeah get me back, it’s only fair, by fucking the memory of me out.
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| Yeah that’s a man, but where’s the history?
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| In the end who really cares?
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| And that’s my flag on the tallest mountain!
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| And that’s my mark on the oldest friend.
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| Divide the divine (we are the Golden Sky Men).
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| You didn’t see her blood because she bled on the inside.
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| Are you content?
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| Old resolve is dead! |